Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 04, 2008

...the inner soul

The snow crystals were iridescent,
they sparkled like flames of light.

Blanketing the valley and hills in
a scenery of winter bright.

Chills shook my spirit and
sent my soul to soar.

High above the tree tops,
where dreams of love are born.

Reality is the outer exposure
of the visions of the inner soul.

and as they blanket the hills and dales
they create

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